Oh no, the Haar!

Yesterday was perhaps the nicest day I've seen since living in Scotland.  The sun was out, it was warm enough for shorts, there was no wind, and few clouds.  Today, however, the haar rolled in.  Haar, in the Scots language, refers to a cold sea mist that rolls in off the North Sea.  It was a striking constrast to yesterday's sun, as this morning we could scarcely see down our own street.  Oh, the haar.  The horror of the haar!  Here's hoping that it will not be a haary weekend.

(Mostly it's just a funny word to say.  It's not actually that dramatic.)